The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-12-13
ALL A MISTAKE.
The Misery It Caused and It's
Happy Explanation.

1t was a letter that caused all the
trouble; little Notwithstanding epis-
tie. and it nearly drove the man who
found it mad with misery ard pain.
It read as follows:
my DEAR CHARLIE: You can not imagine
how much would like 70 see you. I can not
besr to think how far apart We are. You said
when was married would forget you. But
This letter will prove how mistaken you are, for
Hove you as much as ever. Distance makes
ne heart grow fonder,' you know. will write
you long letter soon. have much 70 tell you,
but my time is limited to-day. Do write soon.
md tell me how much you miss me.
yours, with love,
IRENE HUNTER DBsMONT"
1t was summer time. The golden
sunshine poured in through open win
dow. the breezes stirred the grass, and
the sweet perfume from the flowers
was waited into the room.
The man with the letter in his hand
stood as if turned to stone, trying to
realize what he had just read.
There was his wife's name in full,
"Irene Hunter Desmont What could
it mean? Who was Charlie? What
fool he was to think there was such
Q thing as perfect happiness in this
world.
He remembers having read in paper
that very day-yes. scarce two hours
ago-a few lines that at the time caused
quite a little discussion. The lines
come back to him now with a new
meaning:
do not fiatter yourselves with hopes
of perfect happiness, there is no such
thing in this life"
He remembered reading it aloud. and
some one spoke up, and said: Exactly
my sentiments, and how indignant he
had felt as he made reply. He remem-
bered glancing at his wife and meeting
her fond look of love.
He was convinced there was perfect
happiness in this life, and confident
that he could speak from experience.
and now--Hark! What was thatp
His wife's voice, calling him. Laying
the letter down on the desk as he had
found it, he took from the back of a
chair little black silk and lace affair,
called WRAP" and stepped quickly
through the low French window lead
ing ON to veranda- In a very few
minutes he had descended the steps,
and joined party of ladies and gentle
men on the Il WIN.
Hello, Phi |! Your wife has Just
gone into the house 10 look for you.
She thought perhaps you could not
find her wrap; here she comes now"
Philip Desmond glanced at his wife
ae she approached.
How pretty she looked in that soft
dress of crimson cashmere; she had
the sweetest face imaginable. Lit up by
. pair of soft blue eyes that went
straight to your heart every time they
rested upon YOU, and beautiful rip
ping hair. shining in the sunlight like
gold.
cit is very easy for a man to love
her!" thought Philip, as he folded the
wrap around her slender form.
Should he tell her what he had reade
No, not yet. He would wait and watch
her closely; if she mailed the letter
there would be an answer, and he must
see that, find out the mans name, and
then-he was not sure what he would
do then, but for the present he would
wait.
Six weeks ago Philip Desmont and
Irene Hunter were married i'm the
2 little parlor at Irene's home. Under a
beautiful floral bell composed entirely
Of rosebuds they were pronounced man
and wife, and received the hearty con-
CALCULATIONS of their many friends.
Irene loved her husband as only such
affectionate natures can love. She /
was only nineteen and Philip thirty /
two.
Immediately after they were married
Philip had taken his bride to their /
future home, some three hundred miles /,
distant, and there proudly introduced :
her to his friends.
Irene had always appeared perfectly
happy she was young, naturally joy
gous in disposition and a general favor
lite with all who knew her. There were
several young married people living
near them, and they all contrived to i,